Alexander stood outside the Red temple of R'hllor in Asshai. It was a beautiful city now, the sun was shining, the buildings were white. Though the streets were still empty.
He slowly walked and entered the temple. He was surprised by all the red color everywhere. The floor, walls, ceiling, furniture, curtains. They were all red.
~They sure have a weird fetish.~
"For the night is dark and full of terror, welcome to the shelter of great R'hllor." A priest came to greet him.
Alexander quickly but grudgingly looked in their minds and he was more than disgusted by what he found.
All the red color he saw around him was made by the use of blood. The blood of the people they sacrificed.
Now, he was facing a dilemma. He couldn't deal with them as he did with the House of Undying. The faith of the lord of light was spread throughout Essos. There were thousands, if not millions, of followers. Even if he killed all the priests, he can't just kill all the worshippers too. So, he needed to improvise and overcome. And even is he killed R'hllor, another demon would take his place someday if God's equilibrium theory was to be believed.
He looked around and only saw one guy, he made the guy fall unconscious and then called out loudly.
"R'hllor, come down here or else I'll tell father," He threatened.
He waited but nothing happened.
"I will only count to 5. After that, only death will be there for you. 5...4...3...2..."
"WHAT DO YOU WANT, GOD-SON" An angry voice came from behind him.
He turned around and saw a flaming humanoid thing, it had claw-like hands and not a very complete body as most of it was fire. It also had burning horns and wings. Anyone in their right mind could not associate that image with a god.
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"I want you to stop burning people and showing prophecies. Tell your priests to do the same." Alexander straight away got to the point.
"And why would I do that?" R'hllor retorted.
"Well, okay then. I'll let father to deal with you. I'm sure he'll just erase you. Or maybe take away your powers and turn you back to a small-time demon. Fath..."
"Wait... Okay... I will stop the sacrifices. They were just for my entertainment anyway. However, I can not stop giving prophecies. I must use my powers in some way to sustain myself." R'hllor said.
"Hmmm... Then why don't you show prophecies to animals that cannot comprehend them? Like rats, cows, fish." He suggested.
"I can agree with that. It's better than just dying." R'hllor said, now having lost all his angry personality. But deep inside, who knew what he was planning?
"Okay, you can go now and tell your priests to spread your word of no human sacrifices. Though murderers and r*pists should still be punishable and your priests have been doing that in a violent way. Just tell them to hang or behead the evil men." Alexander said.
But, the world was like a coin. It always has 2 sides. If there were people who loved him. There were also people who hated him. One of them was Roose Bolton.
He was now one of the poorest houses in the North. There were less and less smallfolks working in mines and fields every day as they left for the lands of other Lords. He couldn't even force them due to fear of being caught by the Northern Police, run by those scary Wolf's sword.
He saw no way of dealing with house Stark, but no more. He had found some allies in the south and it was time to make a move. He also knew where to find more allies. After all, the Starks were too rich now and even if he divided their money, it would be a lot.
Greed always sways people. It doesn't matter if they are family or foes. Money moves all.
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Moat Cailin,
The great castle stood tall with its towers. The Moat city now had a population of 300,000. But it didn't look crowded or dirty. All because of the amazing planning. It had become another hub for economic activities as ships used the Great Moat Canal to travel to and from the Narrow Sea and the Sunset Sea.
Ned stood in front of a closed door. On the other side of the door was his wife. Giving birth to his 2nd born. In his arms was Robb. His son was the only child in the castle so many times the boy felt lonely. But thanks to the constant gifts and visits from Alexander, the loneliness decreased a bit.
*Door Opens*
"My lord, it's a girl. A beautiful girl," the midwife announced.
Ned rushed into the room and saw his wife holding the little babe.
"She's beautiful, Ned." Catelyn warmly said.
"Aye, she is. What should we name her?" He asked.
"Sansa... Sansa Stark," she happily declared.
"A beautiful name it is" Ned slowly held the babe in his arms.
"You must be tired, Cat. I'll leave you to rest. Let's go Robb" Ned left the room.
One by one, the midwives also started to leave. But the last one dropped a parchment near Catelyn before leaving. She picked it up and read it. It was from her father. After she read its content, her face lost its color. Even in that condition, she got up and burnt the letter in the fireplace.
But those words in the letter did attach themselves to her mind. She had a big decision to make now.
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